David, these are the lyrics to the last part of the song.

We are fawns, too, but they talk with us.
Why do you not think they'll talk with you?
They won't think you're dumb, or make you blush.
They're just like other grown-ups, not so new.

Is there a chance this world could be ours? (We think this world could be yours!)
Might we just belong?

Dear me! (This world is not so new, no)
Maybe. (They'll love to have you here!)
Really? (Yes, you will belong!)
Maybe we're not wrong.

Are we? (Try another shot now!)
Can we? (Soon you'll know just that.)
We will! (We know you won't be wrong!)
Maybe we'll belong.